Blood on the Cobblestones

The damp air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the smell of desperation. A crimson tide marred the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by the darkness itself. Footprints, muddy, led away from the scene, screaming tales of violence and chaos. The moon, a pale sliver in the sky, illuminated long, shifting shadows, adding to the insi

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